"Always, the boy, a small, translucent figure whose features were sad and malnourished, would follow..."

“Always, the boy, a small, translucent figure whose features were sad and malnourished, would follow the miller and observe through huge, consuming eyes, the actions of the man. All day long, the blades would spin, the stones would crush the corn, and flour - pure, white flour, would flutter into the air, hover amongst the rays of sunlight which were, owing to the blades, trapped in perpetually shifting patterns, before the miller contained it in a sack, ready for transportation.”

- The Mille...